David Belisle

Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of the Tyrumposaurus? The Shadow Government knows!
It was true. The very day after a sampling of the Bobwoodward’s footprints in the sand told of the T-Rump being a menace to the very Milkanhoney Preservation he’d vowed to protect, …

The Dowderpuff and the Jaysekulow looked at each other from behind the rock outcropping and smiled. It was their third show in three nights. Deep inside the Rustic Belt, last night in Chintzynatti, tonight in Cleavageland. They were hot. …

The Tyrumposaurus tossed and turned in his sleep. He slept less and less these days. His latest nightmare featured the dino multitudes lining the Pennsylvanian Pathway for a parade honoring the Bruceohr and the Christophersteele. …

“Rudy! Get in here!”
The Rudygiuliani scurried into the Oval Dwelling.
“Yes, boss?”
“Squat with me for awhile,” said the Tyrumposaurus. “I need some attention. These memorial tributes to the Johnmccain and the Arethafranklin cutting into my recognition time from the Mediacircustops. Bigly.” …

“Okay, Rudy,” said the Tyrumposaurus. “What have you got for me today? We need something to deflect this disastrous Michaelcohen and Manaforta fake news. And this Dino the Doorman is freaking me out. …